One of the few minor benefits to the shocking discovery I made in the morning, without any warning, I had simply forgotten what it was like. This isn't a joke, man. I'm as thin as smoke, man and I can pass through anyone, and as far as I can tell I can't affect them. It's just the same as it ever was.
Hitched a ride, and as you passed by I laid face down to the floor. Will you pass by again? And so I stole a couple things for fun, but in a few years, I'm a stranger to anyone. Even in my own eyes, even back in Shanghai. Caught a glimpse, but it's gone again. This isn't a joke man. I'm as thin as smoke, man, and I can pass through anyone, and as far as I can tell I can't affect them. It's just the same as it ever was.
Why won't the light bounce off of my little molecule, like it did only yesterday?